Dodie

Dodie doesn’t know what his captors are,
or what they want.

They speak an odd language
that Dodie doesn’t understand.

Sometimes, they tie Dodie up by the neck
and drag him through the streets.

Other times, they make Dodie perform simple tricks
for their amusement.

The tall and ugly things seem pleased by his obedience
and they offer him rewards.

So Dodie sits, Dodie begs, Dodie rolls over and plays dead,
all the while plotting his revenge.

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by

Owen Morgan